On Friday I handed over a man with two working eyes (if you don’t count trifocals, cataracts, and a divot in one iris after an unfortunate incident installing a basketball hoop), and three hours later was handed back a semi-cyclops.
This is our first experience with cataract surgery. We’d heard several anecdotal accounts from friends who’d gone before, but there’s nothing like learning first-hand.
Quick? Yes. Painless? Yes. It’s the after-effects we’re dealing with.
On the fun side, much of our conversation starts with, “That tree is so green! And that door is so white! But if I close the good eye, the tree is dark and the door looks yellow.” Apparently rediscovery of colors is a major bonus.
Except only one eye is corrected at a time. The next one won’t be for a month. And as far as I can tell, the doctor is unconcerned that patients are basically ocularly limping around with glasses now useful to only one eye, the other, repaired eye unable to use the trifocal lens.
So, no glasses – can’t see out of one eye.
Wear the glasses – can’t see out of the other.
At the check-up yesterday he had the doctor pop out one lens of his glasses, but that still means the middle distance is a big blur to the new eye.
One solution, buy a pair of $1.99 sunglasses at the dollar store, pop out one lens, black out the remaining lens, and he can wear this over his old glasses, thus missing fewer stairs and fewer handrails.
Right now I’m just grateful that at my last visit to the eye doctor I was assured it would be several years before I needed to think about cataracts.
This is key, because when the time comes I’ll have to think long and deeply about whether to have the operation.
The reason for my hesitation? My Guy informed me that you can’t wear eye make-up for a month afterward.